Praying for our boys.
Been praying for our boys a lot lately as I go about my day. Praying as I see personalities and gifts emerge. Praying for what kind of men they will become. Praying for future vocations, callings, spouses, families.
And sometimes as I pray, I realize how much more I can relate with “the mother of the sons of Zebedee,” James and John’s mother, who knelt before Jesus and asked of Him, “Say that these two sons of mine are to sit, one at your right hand and one at your left, in Your kingdom” (Matthew 20:20-28). She sought greatness for her sons.
I can relate to that.
A mother’s willingness to self-efface to elevate her sons. A mother’s desire to seek out the absolute best for her sons.
But Jesus later speaks to the disciples about what defines real greatness in His kingdom: servanthood.
That is what I should pray for my sons if I truly want them to be great. That they would be humble, faithful servants, “even as the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many.”
To be honest, it goes against my natural desire to pray my sons would be good servants in the shadow of Another. But against my nature, I pray that they would joyfully live in their Master’s shadow, bringing glory to His name alone.
One nameless servant — or in this case, two — to that unforgettable name, Jesus, who came. (Everybodyduck lyrics)